I was created either by idea or accident
It does not matter which
Either way I was placed upon a field and given no direction
Yet those other creations have told me which way to go
They've put up roads and fences
Borders of defenses
All the while the field upon which we play has no boundary
Only make believe signs and invisible lines
Shelters of death where you can take your last breath
I just listen to the lies they were told
And realize I don't hate them or respect them
It's just the way it is
A field with long roads littered with illusions of success and failure
I will wander off this path into the wilderness and lose myself to find my elusive dreams
They may have expanded beyond my reach, but maybe that's the point
Is to become one's dream and exist in its infinite
